Chapter Seven: Your World Not Mine

Eric sat in a small park in the heart of London...people passed him by and never made any indication that he was there. His guitar was on his lap his hand poised to begin strumming but he couldn't play. He couldn't make the words flow from his mouth or his hand slide across the strings...he couldn't because he didn't know how he felt. His hair was standing up on the back of his neck, fear was slowly coursing through his veins, and anger that he had never known before...and Eric somehow knew the anger wasn't his own.

Shaking his head in annoyance he cleared his mind as well as he could and tried to focus on the music. He would have left but him and his family were both in need of money and food. As he thought over every song he'd ever written or ever heard he remembered one. One that seemed to fit him like a glove...he hadn't meant it to be so autobiographical but it had come out that way. Smiling the anger that had been ravaging his body dissipating slightly at the thought of the song. It was by no means happy but none his songs had ever been overly cheerful. Starting to strum the strings he soon began singing.

I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me'

Til then I walk alone Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright

Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me'

Til then I walk alone Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ahAh-ah, Ah-ah

I walk aloneI walk a...I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken DreamsWhere the city sleeps

And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

'Til then I walk alone...

As the final note faded from the air Eric breathed in deeply...enjoying the fact that just for a moment the hair on the nape of his neck was no longer standing, and the fear had abated longer did he feel as hunted...but he still was not the hunter.

The song rang true that he did walk alone and that in some deep part of him he wanted to be found by someone or something and that at times he wished for pain because ultimately pain will let you know that you were still alive...that you still existed. His existence was something he often questioned...though he had no reason to...he knew that he was alive people's harsh words made sure of that.

A tear escaped his eye as he thought of every harsh word that had ever been spoken and every glare that was thrown his way...but what made the tears begin to roll faster was the fact that more people then naught acted as if he wasn't there. Bumping into him and then continue walking on without looking back or saying 'sorry.' He was nothing to those people not even trash on the bottom of their shoe. Those people were the worst to deal with...absolutely the worst.

With a sigh he began thinking once more...going through every song once see if there was one that connected with him at that moment. And then like most times he found one. With another sigh he began playing.

" If you see me on the street, lookin'

like I ain't slept in a week. Hey just look

the other way and if I'm by myself with

a twisted face filling up on comfortable


Never mind me I'll be fine just talkin'

to myself. Never mind me sittin' all

alone inside my personal hell. I'm

doing just fine. Never mind me

Well if you just can't comprehend

why I'd be kissin' your best friend,

hey just walkin' baby. Cause when

you're sittin' on the edge of a twenty

story ledge, oh. Well don't try to save

me, no. I'm probably lookin' at the sky

just tryin' to find a reason why.

Never mind me I'll be fine just talkin'

to myself. Never mind me sittin' all

alone inside my personal hell. I'm

doing just fine. Never mind me

Don't remind me I'm not crazy

Don't rewind me then replay me

I'm just fine.

Never mind me I'll be fine just talkin'

to myself. Never mind me sittin' all

alone inside my personal hell. I'm

doing just fine. Never mind me.

As the last note disappeared Eric stared down at his guitar case...and saw a couple of dollars that added up to be about twelve dollars. He felt the nagging pull to continue singing, to play and never stop. But their seemed to be a blockage in his throat that wouldn't allow words to come out. It was as if his hands and fingers were paralyzed so he could not play...and no songs or their words came to his mind...all was blankl all ws on pause. Except for the need to play what the feeling within him was saying. His hair on his neck began to once more stand on end.

Looking around fearfully he saw nothing out of people seemed interested in him...just the regular scene for a park...dogs playing, kids laughing, couples walking...nothing out of the ordinary. And yet Eric had learned to listen to the instinct of fear and when fear told you to ran. Standing up he quickly put away his guitar as the clicks of the locks shut he grabbed the handle. Turning around not looking up keeping his face down but watching everyone on both of his sides.

"Are you going somewhere?" The voice sounded grandfatherly...but what a voice sounded like was rarely what it truly was. Snapping his head up he found himself face to face with three men.

One of which Eric was surprised to see still alive...his beard and hair was as white as snow and they both went to his waist...his face was wrinkled and a veteran who had seen to many wars and though he was retired from war he relived the battles every night. The one to the left of the old man was in his mid thirties looking and though his face had small care lines he was still rather handsome looking. With deep blue eyes and shoulder length black hair...he had the posture of someone who liked fun but knew how to be serious if the situation called for it. The third and final man was the same man that had called him Harry. The same man that Cambri had called dad...which meant if he was here he believed Cambri and thought Eric was his son. With a sense of dread building in his stomach he squared his shoulders.

"As a matter of fact I was." Eric kept his eyes to himself so as not to challenge any of the men but he kept his head so he could track their movements. He didn't want to turn his back on them because that was a sign of trust and was dumb to trust someone and it was stupid to let them know that you did. Plus he didn't trust any of them and people you couldn't trust were people that you ended up either being killed by or you ended up killing them.

"Whoa, wait a minute. We don't mean you any harm. We just want to talk." The old one told him. Eric quirked and eyebrow and let a small smirk adorn his lips/

"Really, you just want to talk? Hmm that's cool but you see the thing is, is that I don't. So good day." Eric walked around the three men concentrating on bring his invisible shield around him. He tended not to use it because he didn't like violence and tended to stay away from all the kinds of it even if it was just a defensive precaution.

"Now, now there's no need to get defensive. We mean you no harm. I must say those were very meaningful songs and your voice is amazing." Eric sighed and stared at the old man who was obviously the leader of the group.

"Thanks. But I don't think you came all the way from where ever the hell you're from just to tell me that I have good songs and an amazing singing voice. So why don't we just cut the shit and tell me what you want...or else I'm leaving." His tone left no room for nonsense and unbeknownst to Eric power radiated off him in huge waves. He saw the three men look at each other anxiously as they felt the power.

"Well, Harry you see we need you to come with destiny lies somewhere far away from the life of a street musician." The grandfatherly voice was gone and in its place was a mocking tone that was as cold as steel. Eric couldn't help but laugh heartily despite the annoyance within him.

"First off my name's Eric and I don't believe in destiny. And just for the record of memory I know not to follow strangers when they ask me to come with them. My mother taught me better then that." Eric held in a snort as he saw the men look at each other confusedly. "What, you thought that I didn't have a mother or a family? Well, sorry to disappoint you but I do. So As i said I have got to go, they'll be worrying about me." With that he turned his back on them with his shield still up he began walking away.

"Wait...Ha...Eric...please just listen to us. I know this must be frightening and shocking, I can't even begin to imagine what all this must be like for you. But we can explain...give you all the answers you want...I, no we promise." Eric never stopped walking though he did slow a bit though he was unsure why. All he knew was that the face of Cambri kept popping into his mind, with her sad eyes to full of wisdom and sorrow. But through the thoughts of her he recognized that the old one had no shame, he goes from being understanding, to demanding, to bribing. He was more desperate then he had thought and Eric couldn't help but grin at that thought.

"Sir, the last thing I am is frightened...because honestly I've dealt with worse then you. Also never promise something you cannot actually do...because you have no idea what kind of answers I want therefore do not assume you will have all of them. Another thing I'm a street kid...promises mean very little if anything at all." He kept his voice even and detached as if he were discussing the weather with a stranger he'd never see again.

"I'm sorry for assuming anything I shouldn't. But there are more important matters to discuss like your role in our, no your, world. We need our savior, we need the one able to conquer the dark lord before he conquers us." The old man was speaking again in what he probably thought was a soothing and yet persuasive voice, not knowing that the only feeling it caused Harry was annoyance.

"You're right you shouldn't assume, it makes you seem like a jackass...also whatever the hell your world is i don't care, its your world not mine." With that he kept walking not even sparing a glance at them. Not remembering to put up his shield again and in doing so setting himself up for disaster.

A force like a fist being slammed into his back was the only thing he had enough time to recognize before darkness took him.

Without knowing it the old man also known as Albus Dumbledore had caused a bomb to start sticking. His simple stunner would forever change the wizarding world as anyone knew it. The simple curse was like a pebble being thrown into a lake, the impact wasn't so bad but the ripples it caused would last for a long while, telling, showing, all who looked the truth about what really happened. But Albus Dumbledore did not know what his stunner would cause or that it could very well bring about his own demise but no really does know because that is fate's rule. That people, wizard or muggle are not meant to know their fates or other's fates because in knowing them means they'll try to change them or to make them happen. Never knowing that the outcome has already changed the moment they come into the knowledge of what it is in the first place.

A/N Hello everyone. I know I said I wouldn't be updating this until I finished my other two but this wouldn't quit bothering me until I wrote this chapter. What do you think? Tell me i want to know.